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Ngôn ngữ: Tiếng Anh
Thời kỳ: Hiện đại

Đăng bởi Phan Quốc Vũ vào 13/07/2023 20:24

The wooden shoes

The moon knocked at the right time, why did it go away
I also spit out bitter words
Holy land, my heart was sad and exhausted
Disappearing crystal chaste rose
Dyed it black and added the ungainly aloofness

Oh, my treasure is now a broken fruit!
To complete the sad story of the soul-thinking species
The body of a worm crawled through a strange land
Know what to love a landscape of change
Fluid flows from a choking heart
I can’t touch you; and you to get on the wedding car
Turning my life into a singing cicada
Let the summer report the pain song!

Self-satisfied day love is everything
But today stormy winds, fierce rain and storms have toppled the mountain
Who do you prepare the love rations for?
I met the lips of the moon and turned into a lion
There has been a tragedy of life
Not exactly, it’s a joke
Inert ice block with winter

Oh, groaning is also the ashes of a cold grave!
Your shovel pulled a love
You have laughed at me as a country boy floating hyacinth
Starving to death with poetry
Life disintegrated into a vast sandy beach
Infected with gloom and poverty

I don’t judge you so tomorrow will be clear
Redundant love or honestly betraying you
Then sweat and go back to the dream
I heard that my stomach hurts for a long time
My coating is pitifully yellow
The hissing of exhausted souls
What is more ridiculous than a straight heart
An empty way of cultivating days
It sounds crazy to fall
The love shoe has trampled my life.

In Tien Giang province, 2023